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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Index,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.