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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.