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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Doors,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.