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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.