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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.