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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.