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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
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.