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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.