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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.