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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.