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 Norway 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.