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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.