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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Kinks,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Names,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.