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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.