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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.