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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Index,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.