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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.