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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.