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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.