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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
AZ,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.