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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.