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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Organ,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.