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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Television,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.