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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.