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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.