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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.