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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.