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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.