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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.