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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.