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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.