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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.