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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.