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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.