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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.