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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.