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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.