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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.