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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.