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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.