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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Wire,
John Cale,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.