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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.