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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.