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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.