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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.