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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.