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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.