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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.