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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.