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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slave to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.