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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.