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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.