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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.