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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.