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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.