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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.