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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.