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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.