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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.