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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Ituana,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.