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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.