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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.