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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.