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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.