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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.