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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Index,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.