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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
UT,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.