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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Organ,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.