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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The New Christs 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.