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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.