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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.