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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
DNA,
Can,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Nas,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.