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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.