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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.