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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.