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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.