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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.