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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.