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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 marimba 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 Ten City 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.