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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 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 electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.