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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.