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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.