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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.