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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.