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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.