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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.