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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.