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 Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.