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 Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.