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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.