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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.