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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.