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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.