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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.