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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
UT,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.