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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
the Association,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.