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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
X-102,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
UT,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Fear,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.