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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.