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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.