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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.