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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.