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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.