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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
MDC,
cv313,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.