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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.