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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.