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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.