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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.