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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.