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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Can,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.