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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.