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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.