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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.