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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.