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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.