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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Skaos,
UT,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.