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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
The Standells,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.