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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.