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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.