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 Belarus and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.