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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.