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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.