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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
X-101,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.