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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.