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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Roxette,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.