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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.