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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.