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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.