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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.