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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.