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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.