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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.