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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.