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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.