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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.