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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.