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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.