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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.