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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.