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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.