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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.