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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.