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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.