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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.