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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.