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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.