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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.