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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.