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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.