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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.