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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wells. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.