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 India and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.