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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.