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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.