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 North and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.