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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.