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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
CMW,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.