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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.