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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls 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?
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.