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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Inner City to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.