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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.