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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.