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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Can,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.