Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.