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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
ABC,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.