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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.