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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.