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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Names,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.