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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Crime,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.