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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Can,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.