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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.