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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.