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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ituana 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 crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.