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 Norway and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Swans,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.