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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.