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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.