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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.