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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.