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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.