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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.