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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.