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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.