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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.