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 Yemen 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
the Association,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.