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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.