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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.