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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Smog,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.