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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.