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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.