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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.