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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.