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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.