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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.