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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.