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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.