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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.