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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Japan 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.