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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Inner City,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.