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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.