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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.