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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Wings,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.