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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Index,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.