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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.