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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 United States of America,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.