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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.