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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones 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?
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.