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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.