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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Scion to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
UT,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.