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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.