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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.