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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Television to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.