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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.