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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.