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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.