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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.