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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.