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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.