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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.