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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Adolescents,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.