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 Oman 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.