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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.