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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Q65,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.