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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Smiths to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.