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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.