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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.