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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.