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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.