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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.