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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.