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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.