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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.