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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.