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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Index,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.