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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.