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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Television,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.