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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.