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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
cv313,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.