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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.