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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Kayak,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.