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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Simply Red 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Magma,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
UT,
Urselle,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.