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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.