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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.