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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.