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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Franke,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.