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 Russia and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.