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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.