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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.