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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.