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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
cv313,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.