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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Faust,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.