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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.