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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '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 Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Brick,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
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.