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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.