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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.