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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.