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 Lesotho 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.