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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.