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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.