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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.