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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.