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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.