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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.