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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.