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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.