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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.