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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
New Order,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.