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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.