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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
JFA,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.