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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.