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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
the Association,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.