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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.