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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
UT,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.