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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Nas,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.