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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.