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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.