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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.