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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 the Human League 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.