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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.