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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.