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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.