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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
MDC,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.