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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
The Motions,
UT,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.