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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.