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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.