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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.