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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.