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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.