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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.