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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.