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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Move,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.