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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.