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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.