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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.