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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.