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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Skriet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.