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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The Busters,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.