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 Sweden 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Associates,
Nico,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.