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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.