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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.