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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.