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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.