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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Real Kids,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.