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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
This Heat,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.