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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.