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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.