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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Nico,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.