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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.