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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.