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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.