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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.