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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.