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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.