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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.