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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Flipper,
Magma,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.