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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.