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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.