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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.