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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.