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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.