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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.