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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.