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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.