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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Wings,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.