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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
X-102,
MDC,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.