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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.