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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.