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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.