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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.