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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.