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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Technova to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Mars,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.