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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.