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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.