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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.