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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.