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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.