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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.