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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Faust,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.