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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.