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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.