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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.