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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.