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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.