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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.