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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.