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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.