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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.