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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.