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 United States 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Pole,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.