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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.