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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fad Gadget 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.