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 India and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.