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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.