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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.