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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.