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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.