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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.