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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.