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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.