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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.