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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.