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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.