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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.