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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.