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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.