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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.