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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.