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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.