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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Mars,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.