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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.