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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.