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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.