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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.