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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.