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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.