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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Scion,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.