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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.