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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Little Man,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.