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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.