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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.