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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.