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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 X-101 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.