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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.