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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.