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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
UT,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.