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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Organ,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.