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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.