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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.