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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.