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 Russia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.