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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Television,
The Names,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.