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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.