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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
John Foxx,
The Move,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.