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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Monks,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.