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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.