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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
UT,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.