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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.