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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.