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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.