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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
CMW,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.