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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.