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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.