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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.