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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.