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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Monks,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.