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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.