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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
This Heat,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.