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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.