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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.