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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blossom Toes 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.