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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.