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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.