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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.