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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.