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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.