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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.