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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.