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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.