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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.