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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
UT,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.