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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.