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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.