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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.