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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.