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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Aswad,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.