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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.