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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.