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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.