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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.