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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.