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 Mauritius 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.