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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.