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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Wings,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
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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.