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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.