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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.