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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Technova,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.