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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Nico,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.