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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.