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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.