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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.