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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.