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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.