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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
UT,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Yaz,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.