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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.