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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.