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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.