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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.