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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.