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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.