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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.