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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.