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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.