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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.