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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.