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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.