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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.