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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.