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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.