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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.