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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.