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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.