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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.