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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.