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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.