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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.