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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.