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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.