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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Television,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.