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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.