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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Cure,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.