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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
cv313,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.