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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
The Names,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.