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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.