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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.