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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.