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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.