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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.