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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.