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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.