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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Fugazi,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.