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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.