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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.