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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.