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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.