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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.