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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.