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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.