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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Pole,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.