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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.