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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.