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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Can,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.