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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.