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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.