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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.