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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.