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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.