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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.