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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.