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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.