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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Echospace,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.