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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Wings,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.