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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Motorama,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.