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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.