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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.