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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.