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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Moebius,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.