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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.