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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.