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 Thailand and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.