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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.