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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.