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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.