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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.