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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.